That I make a lot of jokes. She didn’t explicitly say that I’m funny or anything to that effect. She didn’t even suggest that the jokes were effective. Effectiveness in this case is about the message delivering the intended outcome, and in this case, what I could hope for was to lighten the mood. Mood modulation is usually necessary when there’s a stalemate in a game. If happy employees are good employees then happy players are good players. The game in question is marriage. While this isn’t a game in the sense that it’s not an activity that either of us pursue for amusement, it most definitely is one of those things that get better with time. Time here indicates the level of participation in the game and not necessarily the number of marriages per se, one has played. That would be a riot, wouldn’t it? Not that a marriage can’t be a riot but more that riots aren’t inherently fun. A marriage on the other hand is a game (as established earlier) but not yet a sport. The oldest (eldest?) players are the ones who have been traditionally ranked right at the top. But these are postmodern times and we do tend to reject the proverbial old-school. Heroes of the past haven’t aged gracefully. Even though marriage is a tradition, we must evolve it to meet the postmodern couple who believes that their values outshine those of their parents. Parents can probably be considered as the new joke. The ones who got so much wrong in their day but somehow we turned out so right. Parents Are The New Joke could also be a long-running series, or mega series because the only thing that gets old is them. But, I must admit that time comes for all. One day we might become parents and probably even grow old. This was the original holy grail. A goal post that people began dreaming of even before they got married. One that still eludes many of our friends or one that many of our friends elude depending on the circle that the subject is being discussed in. The number of subjects that adults discuss seems to be increasing every day. The proverbial ‘opinion’ has never been easier to share, just like this one. Sharing no longer means two kids splitting one chocolate. It’s more like the candy that everyone wants to throw emojis at. I tend to use a lot of emojis. I still remember a time when I used to call them emoticons. That’s another term that’s deemed old-school now. Consider that a fresh opinion.
My wife thinks that I tell a lot of jokes, but I’d rather have her laugh with at least one joke a day to validate my pointless skillset.
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